Kotlc Nightfall Novels & Stories

Suddenly, a bright light flashed in front of him, the realization pulling him back as he slammed on the brakes, right before the other vehicle collided with his……. Liam jolted awake, heart racing on the couch, the echoes of his fears fading away but leaving behind a lingering sense of loss and confusion. He let out a heavy sigh as memories flooded back, overwhelming him. After his driver had dropped him off, he had gone straight to the minibar, seeking ease in a new bottle of whiskey.

“What in the hell is going on? I want to know who is behind this attack. Our guys have been watching the pack and now this. I know these were not any of the rogues you paid to help.” I yelled. “All I can tell is that group came down from Canada. They have been hitting smaller packs. I do not think they had any idea that the Blue Lunar Eclipse Pack was not one of the small packs when they attacked. I believe that they thought it was like all the other pack they had already hit. I am sure they are regretting attacking the pack now.” Tillamuk explained.

We knew that their surrender meant population increase for the Forest Moon, and we were prepared. "The house of Kai has fallen," Nick amended. "The Night Storm stands. Behold its new Alpha." He pointed at Jet Chase, who stood poised with two wolves at his feet.

Adam said gently. He was always like that. Adam never once messed with me. "Last night, you came to my room, opened the door, and took off my clothes, and you took off yours. We both enjoyed the night without me knowing that you were Adam. The lights were off so that I couldn't catch your reflection very well. I thought you were Gavin; I couldn't hear your sighs and whispers very well either. I might have. It felt different that night. But I didn't think much of it because, damn it, I enjoyed what you did to me," I said honestly. Adam was silent, and so was I. We faced each other in the room, remembering the sin we had committed.

“I will feed your hides to the wolves if any of them loses even a strand of hair.” Mark really wanted to yell at the top of his lungs that he wasn’t old yet, but he decided to be the bigger man and not fuss at this moment when his little brother was just a walking shell. There would be plenty of time in future for him to take revenge. Lorenzo, Peter and Eric got on the next one along with Night Swing and Night Song while Neil and Adrian got on the third one along with Chris and Night Wing. Night Blade got on the fourth one along with Night Star, Night Swing, Night Roller and two of his minions from the shadow guards who went by the names A3 and C6.

It is also a Prophecy that only the black cults will kill the viper. Sorcerer casted a spell and pointed stalf. A white light out and form a door to a place. I stepped to the front of the door and saw my friends, it was dark there. As I was looking at the place to take a better view, sorcerer pushed me inside and I fell in. The door closed and my face are down on the ground. I raised my head and it was in the night here, saw my friends that we were having Halloween Night party together.

The dark rose from the grave and in the remote area, outskirts of the Sunfort City, a cult appeared out of nowhere. All of them were wearing long black clocks, covering their heads and faces. As they all stood in the circle, one of them stepped forward and sat in the middle of the circle. The deserted place was abandoned for a long time and no one had ever thought of running through it. That place had become a home to a kind of creature, called The NightCrawlers.

Unsure of how long he had been asleep, he gazed at the moon shining outside his window, realizing it was already noon. He glanced at the damp spot on the bed where he lay. His sweat had soaked the sheets. “Come in,” he uttered in a low voice, and the door creaked open. Layla entered the room, her eyes briefly catching the dragon tattoo on his back before she glanced at the wet bedspread. “Are you having another episode?” she asked, but he remained silent. “Perhaps I should ask her to prepare your medicine,” she suggested, but he shook his head.

They beat the international coalition by four days. Commander Elias Thorne was the man at the helm. He was a veteran of three orbital deployments, a man with ice in his veins, but even he felt the wrongness of the mission as the module descended. As the Artemis lander hovered over the northern pole, the comms link to Houston was eerily quiet. The crack was massive, far wider than the telescopic imagery had suggested. From low orbit, it looked like a scar on the face of a corpse.

Morning fog pressed pale against the enormous windows overlooking the mountains, turning the forest beyond into blurred shadows and silver light. The voices grew clearer near the study. “…not authorizing entry into Nightfall territory without review,” Darius was saying. Elara slowed automatically near the doorway. A man stood across from him near the desk, broad-shouldered and gray-haired with a Nightfall insignia stitched into the sleeve of his coat. One of the older wolves. Security, probably. Neither of them noticed her immediately. “The councils are already pushing back,” the man said quietly. “Blackwater’s escalating because they think they can force a mistake.”